Cross Realm Raiding
Chapter Seventeen
Wizzle now found himself in a familiar setting, he stood in the small town of Goldshire. Taking a walk towards the nearby lake, he decided to peer at his reflection to see what form he had taken this time. Now he stood as a human, by the looks of it a scout again. Chain mail armor painted with the typical Stormwind Guard colors. Light, easy to move in. Wizzle grabbe his own rear end. Comfortable too. He was born the wrong race, he joked in his head.
DO NOT FORGET YOUR TASK PATHETIC GNOME
Wizzle jumped at the voice that rumbled his body. He quickly looked around to make sure he was alone. Turning around he then marched towards Stormwind, in hopes of meeting the king on good terms. His trip through the human capital city was much less eventful as Orgrimar. The guards were not moving out, nor were they oppressive. It was a normal day. He made it to the kings throne room but it was empty, save for a couple honor guard. Then he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"The King left for Iron Forge, he had hoped to rally the dwarves to join our cause against Hellscreams now encroaching armies. Do you have a message you would have me deliver?" A tall knight, very... knightly in his armor. Must have been the Guard Captain.
"Uh, Yes sir! I was on my way to report Horde movement just on the edge of Westfall and Duskwood" Wizzle stood at his best attention pose and stated.
"At ease soldier, and we are aware of some strange magical reading out there. Hmmm I suppose it could be the Sunreavers planning a magical based assault. You say you saw movement eh, elves?" The captain asked.
"Orcs sir, and alot of them. No sign of anything else sir"
"Hmm just orcs... I have heard murmurings of the Horde falling apart from the inside. Still if they are mobilizing this close it needs to be put to a stop. Scout return to your family, you deserve a rest."
"Thank you Sir!"
"Please, just call me Dan"
Wizzle walked away from the guard captain a ways before sulking into a shadow. He was worried that he failed, the King was gone and he sent someone else in his stead... but then the whispers came back.
Very good my child, you have impressed your master. Return home so we may... reward you...
Wizzle barely had time to get up before a vacuum sucked him into the shadows. Azeroth never heard of the gnome again.
Rarity was excelling in her training. Even though she preferred the water based spells over the other three elements, Bishi felt like she definitely would make a potent shaman. Maybe even a qualified healer for the town. She managed to cast her first healing spell and was using it over and over again to celebrate her success. She raised her hooves again to cast it a final time but the water refused to come up as Rarity slowly fell to the ground. She simply passed out.
"Rarity! What happened to her!?" Twilight exclaimed with worry.
"Don't worry, she simply drained her mana supply.
"Uh... her what?"
"You do know what mana is right?"
"I've heard of it but I never heard of a pony having a supply of it"
"Do you get tired after casting spells all day?"
"Well, yeah. It's exhausting. Whats your point?"
"That is the same thing. Anyways she is fine. Just needs rest, like a few others of us."
Bishibosh laid back on the grass and stared at the afternoon sky. Flutter came by and lay down next to him, happily snugged up beside Bishi. Twilight could't help but smile even if she was still worried about Rarity, but if Bishi said she is alright who is she to doubt him?
While the ponies rest during the day, on the far side of equestria, Celestia felt a strong disturbance in the magical flows of the land. The same kind of disturbance she felt upon the new comers arrival. She sent her own royal guard to investigate.
Commander Dan Tagon and a contingent of foot soldiers were marching through Westfall to investigate the claims of Horde movement. He never enjoyed Westfall, it was constantly in trouble. If not the defias, it was elementals, if not the elementals it was gnolls. The land never quite healed after the sundering. He remembers when it used to be farmland all across. Pretty to the eye but he grew up on those farms. He had no intent on going back to that life. They were nearing the Duskwood border when he was stopped. A small group of Night Elves had set up camp. One elegantly dressed elf approached.
"Elune Adore warrior. Have you come to investigate the strange magic as well?" She asked.
"Yes, as well as reports of Horde movement. We assume Sunreaver involvement." Dan responded.
"We have seen no others besides our own here. The occasional beast to be put down." She returned back. "You may call me Elora Sunfrost, perhaps you would allow us to help you find this strange magic?"
"A pleasure Elora, I am Commander Dan Tagon, but I prefer to be called Dan. And yes we would be honored to have your expertise among us."
"Good, as you can see I am Highborn. I have studied magic from a young age, I am eager to discover what is causing this disturbance"
Dan and Elora merged their forces and sought after the anomaly. It wasn't long before they found it.
"My lady, we believe we have found the source of magic." An elven sentinel reported "There is an ogre den nearby and the magic radiates from it. We are lucky that the magic has driven the ogres away."
"Hmm, approach with caution sister. No need to run headlong into a trap. The commander and I will follow shortly."
Dan was staring into the woods, he felt an aura that made him sick to his stomach. As if this was all really wrong. There was no Horde here, and unless the magic is a portal and not cloaking field of some kind... this could be very bad. Elora approached him and informed him of the magics location. His contingent followed him into the woods after the elves.
Together they all approached the den, and in the back they could see the magic radiating from a cave. All the ogres were gone and of that Dan was glad. Ogres were a pain. Him and Elora lead the men and elves into the cave, not expecting what was to come. The cave was long, and dark. Dan was relying on a torch he was fortunate enough to grab from outside for light. The elves had no problem traversing the darkness so him and his men just followed them. After what seemed like hours they finally came to an exit. Dan had expected the tropic jungles of Stranglethorn but this was far from it. Here he stood on an empty plain, the magic was think in the air and he could feel it. He looked at his elven allys and they were knelt on the ground in worship to their god's. I guess when you rely on magic so much, this place may seem like heaven.
"Alright men, set up camp. I want scouts in that forest tracking any hostile movement. And watch for damn sappers this time! I don't want to loose anyone to a suicidal Goblin!"
Elora was amazed at the land. So full of magic, so full of... energy... peace... happiness.